Red Skies - Graff Starts A New Day

Graff awake feeling light.  The weight of Thorn was gone from his chest.  Rolling over, and sitting up, Graff looked around.  Thorn was nowhere to be seen.  Sighing, he rose and quietly packed his gear.  Then strolling out onto the balcony and going down to the main floor of the old wooden structure, he banked the fire.  It was almost sunrise.  Where could that dragon have gotten off to?  And how long had he been gone?  There wasn't much use for it.  Starting an easy breakfast over the fire as it got going, Graff eyed the map on the wall and mentally began planning the route out of the forest.